Hey Mr. Postman, quit bringing me lemons
There's far more than I can use
They're tumbling out of my closet
Rolling from under my bed
When I'm running through ladders
Just saw a black cat, it crossed my path
Its' scratch is deep, irritating

I've had a run in with the world
Because I wasn't paying attention
I relax better with a drug
Worry is better left alone
And all I want to do is sleep
But the ceiling won't let me
One day I'll sing hurrah hurrah
No clue what I'll do after that

You can steal all the thunder, I'll hand over the lightning
Just leave a little howling wind
But you're not taking the rain
It's a sound that I find soothing
What do you say about that?
It turns gray into total darkness
And it brings out the rats

I am not running with the word
Because I wasn't paying attention
I've shot better with a sword
A bite left better as a bark
And all I wanna do is bleed
But the tourniquet won't let me
One day I'll sing hurrah hurrah
No clue what I'll do after that


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